Black Friday RSD 2016 release. "Rudy Ray Moore was a storyteller extraordinaire, a hilarious, low-down dirty man, and a legit trailblazer in the world of no-holds-barred, fuck-the-censors comedy. This classic, live Christmas album shows Moore in the 1970s form that cemented his late-night legacy. Side 1 is for early evening listening, when family and respectable friends might still be around. (The dirty stuff is for the flip.) The song 'Merry Christmas, Baby' starts things off -- a slow, dusty blues number bolstered by a wobbly but upright backing band. The song itself is PG, extolling the virtues of a caring partner and the joy of the season. Truth be told, it's a warm and wonderful holiday song. With the band gently strolling behind him, he then lays into Christmas tales from childhood up through modern day trials, tribulations and hilarities. 'I can remember when me and my brother were six years old,' he says. 'We hung our stockings up on the mantelpiece, and the health department made us take them down.' Good old fashioned family fun. But with the man also known Dolemite, the 'down and dirty' is never far away. Side 2 is where things get good (and X-rated), for the late night listening pleasure. It all starts with Rudy retelling The Night Before Christmas -- with his grooving backing band -- in his trademark raunchy style, complete with mice and rats getting it on. Also included on this side is a psychedelic blues number, detailing Brother Rap's visit to heaven (to get dirty, of course). And it all finishes up with a thematically appropriate Christmas themed tale, with the term motherfucker used in potentially record-breaking numbers. It's what you'd expect from the legendary, foul-mouthed, groundbreaking comedy legend. A perfect way to keep the holidays from becoming too much of a Hallmark moment."

"You might think that a certain bad-hair-having, shit-talking presidential candidate is obnoxious, but there's one man who would definitely be more dangerous in the White House: Dolemite. Traffic Entertainment Group is proud to reissue this hilarious and downright filthy album to celebrate the mud-slinging we'll all be experiencing this fall. And, of course, to remind the world of Rudy Ray Moore's unique comedic genius. Originally released in 1972 in the middle of the disaster now known as the Nixon Years, the album is filled to the brim with Moore's bawdy but debatably insightful takes on politics, sex and American society, funneled through the lens of his most famous persona, Dolemite. As it warns on the cover: 'Rated XXX: For Adults Only.' And they aren't kidding. The album's lengthy first cut, 'Campaign Speech,' is worth the price of admission alone. Ranting for ten minutes straight, Moore lets it all hang out, with every bit of profanity he can muster. It's certainly interesting to hear some of his words more than four decades later. 'I'm not promising you a chicken in every pot,' he bellows, in his trademark raspy scowl. 'I'm not promising you a God-damn thing. If I am elected, I promise to legalize prostitution, marijuana, stealing, and every other motherfuckin' thing you want to do.' Making fun of Nixon, George McGovern and Spiro Agnew, he continues, 'We're still waiting for that 40 acres and that motherfucking mule.' Towards the end, he brings forth a metaphor that, interestingly, would come true in the year of Moore's passing, 2008: 'The next thing I'ma do, I'm gonna move on my first act. I'm gonna get me 2,000 raggedy-ass painters, and paint the motherfucking White House black!' The rest of the album's 13 songs are equally loud, offensive, funny and even -- when the audience isn't expecting it -- serious. With a live soul group grooving behind him and a live audience yelling support along the way, he gives his fans what they want on cuts like 'Dance Of The Freaks,' 'Long Island Duck,' 'Farting Contest' and 'Chester & Mr. Dillon.' Released on black vinyl with its eye-catching original front and back artwork, it's a great way to relive the comedic bravery and brashness of a truly unique man, Rudy Ray Moore."